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Mar. 17th, 2019 10:14 pmLast night I got a big four hours of sleep. This was partly mitigated by a nap after it got light, but still. I think what happened is that I got a surprise phone call from my mother about 9 pm. She seemed to want to talk to me, told me there were many "strange happenings," but then got confused about what day it was and so forth, and hung up quickly because she said the helper was there to get her nightgown on. So when I woke up in the wee hours, I was worried about her. This led to dire projections about my own future. I couldn't go back to sleep. Thought-stopping required getting up and going downstairs.
When I'm awake for a long pre-dawn period, I always think I should DO something useful, but I never come up with anything. I don't want to do noisy things, because I want the Sparrowhawk to get his sleep, even though he has gamely said I can wake him any time. But I don't want to. So I usually end up noodling around on the internet and watching frivolous TV, in this case "Say Yes to the Dress," which seemed less toxic than most of the other things that were on at that time. I mutter, "Don't buy that one! It's hideous!" and "$10,000 for a DRESS? How did people who are obviously idiots get that kind of money?" This is not productive in any way, but it seems adequate for keeping the dementors at bay. I prefer nature shows and home improvement, but they aren't always available. I used to watch "Ancient Aliens," but I've seen them all so many times.
The nap didn't last long enough, because we had to get up and go to church. The committee we're on conspired to buy the minister a lovely white robe, and we were meeting to sign the card and give it to her. It turned out this was the perfect day, because it was both the day after her birthday, and the anniversary of the day she received the call inviting her to come and be our minister. So her reaction was perfect--she was very pleased and touched. Everybody got emotional. I was disappointed that my hand-made card evoked some puzzled looks rather than the enthusiasm I had hoped for, but such is life as an artist. The minister exclaimed "A ransom note!" rather than, "What an adorable collage." Hmph! I enjoyed making it, anyway. I also brought in some lotion, body wash and hair conditioner for the homeless youth shelter. The congregation had collected a big basket of items to be donated there. They'd asked for "journals," too, and after a lot of painful mental detachment, I gave them the little notebooks my mother had given us for Christmas. I'm still not sure it was right, but I honestly don't think I would ever have used them, so why shouldn't someone else get them. Might as well give it away now rather than waiting till after I'm dead and my kids have to. Not that I'm planning on that any time soon, but I'm trying to gradually diminish the sheer number of Mom's Inexplicable Detritus Items they will inherit.
My Wiccan daughter in law refers to this holiday as "All Snakes Day," so here's to all the banished creatures of Ireland. I'm wearing green in honor of my Irish ancestors. It is also the color of Brighid's mantle, and of my hopes for spring. A friend at church recalled planting peas on this day last year. It is the standard pea-planting date, but first the ground would have to not be actually frozen. Soon, little pea pods. Soon.
When I'm awake for a long pre-dawn period, I always think I should DO something useful, but I never come up with anything. I don't want to do noisy things, because I want the Sparrowhawk to get his sleep, even though he has gamely said I can wake him any time. But I don't want to. So I usually end up noodling around on the internet and watching frivolous TV, in this case "Say Yes to the Dress," which seemed less toxic than most of the other things that were on at that time. I mutter, "Don't buy that one! It's hideous!" and "$10,000 for a DRESS? How did people who are obviously idiots get that kind of money?" This is not productive in any way, but it seems adequate for keeping the dementors at bay. I prefer nature shows and home improvement, but they aren't always available. I used to watch "Ancient Aliens," but I've seen them all so many times.
The nap didn't last long enough, because we had to get up and go to church. The committee we're on conspired to buy the minister a lovely white robe, and we were meeting to sign the card and give it to her. It turned out this was the perfect day, because it was both the day after her birthday, and the anniversary of the day she received the call inviting her to come and be our minister. So her reaction was perfect--she was very pleased and touched. Everybody got emotional. I was disappointed that my hand-made card evoked some puzzled looks rather than the enthusiasm I had hoped for, but such is life as an artist. The minister exclaimed "A ransom note!" rather than, "What an adorable collage." Hmph! I enjoyed making it, anyway. I also brought in some lotion, body wash and hair conditioner for the homeless youth shelter. The congregation had collected a big basket of items to be donated there. They'd asked for "journals," too, and after a lot of painful mental detachment, I gave them the little notebooks my mother had given us for Christmas. I'm still not sure it was right, but I honestly don't think I would ever have used them, so why shouldn't someone else get them. Might as well give it away now rather than waiting till after I'm dead and my kids have to. Not that I'm planning on that any time soon, but I'm trying to gradually diminish the sheer number of Mom's Inexplicable Detritus Items they will inherit.
My Wiccan daughter in law refers to this holiday as "All Snakes Day," so here's to all the banished creatures of Ireland. I'm wearing green in honor of my Irish ancestors. It is also the color of Brighid's mantle, and of my hopes for spring. A friend at church recalled planting peas on this day last year. It is the standard pea-planting date, but first the ground would have to not be actually frozen. Soon, little pea pods. Soon.
